If before you lay fields of burning hot coals and you were asked to drag yourself across them on your bare stomach, but at every kilometer you could smother yourself with the most soothing unguent imaginable, so soothing that the sensation it generated on your throbbing boils neared orgasmic amplitudes, for how long would you endure the suffering simply to experience brief moments of bliss?
Forever, and a day.
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